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Farewell Happy Fields!

Farewell Happy Fields!

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What: Aftermath of Anoli Attack: Hospital
Where: Leo Ward - Caduceus Hospital Headquarters
Summary: It is the aftermath of the Anoli attack on the Closing Ceremonies. The injured have been taken to Caduceus Hospital Headquarters, and it is time for reflection, visting, or old-fashioned escapes from the hospital rooms.
Warnings: Mild squick if people want to describe their wounds in explicit detail.

Caduceus Hospital Headquarters. It has a distinguished history within Hinoto-Ri, boasting of a staff of well-trained Healers, as well as possessing the most cutting edge medical technology possible. There was no limb they couldn't reattach, no organ they couldn't replace... - they even claimed to be able to bring someone back from the dead (with the small disclaimer that it could only occur under certain conditions and with an obscene amount of luck).

So needless to say, the hospital was more than well-equipped to deal with the aftermath of the Anoli attack on the Closing Ceremonies.

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Nearly every hospital bed had been filled by an injured patient that night. The A&E room had been in constant chaos, with civilians crying and shouting, searching for loved ones, or demanding to see doctors or healers to help so-and-so...

There had also been plenty of reporters milling about, shouting and crying over the status of the Mayor's Secretary, and whether the Red Lion had really died at the scene, or if he was still alive and well within the safety of the hospital's ICU.

By the time morning broke, there was a false sense of tranquillity within the hospital. The healers had been pushed to their limits with the sheer number of patients being wheeled in and out of surgery, but otherwise, the situation had finally gotten under control. Now, both civilians and visitors were merely waiting for word of the conditions of their injured friends and family...

[Welcome to the winding down of the event! You are now at the hospital, where you may be visiting the injured, or be one of the injured yourself! Those with RED injuries will be in the ICU, and those with YELLOW injures will be in normal wards, for obvious reasons. Those with GREEN injuries wouldn't have had to go to the hospital at all, so they are free to come and go as they wish!

You may all start your threads and mingle!]

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They had removed the bullet from Sasha's shoulder easily enough, and determined that one of her ribs had been broken from that nasty kick Spades had given her. That was the extent of Sasha's injuries, or at least the extent of the physical ones. The pain that had finally knocked her lights out came from the attacks to her Persona, but the doctors had yet to determine if that dealt any damage they could fix.

Sasha was scared. She had encountered an enemy that neither she nor anyone she was fighting with seemed capable of striking down. They absorbed her main methods of attack and turned everything else against her. She had tried to help and be a hero like she had seen so often, and all it did was get her utterly pancaked. The painkillers were working, so she was fine for now, but the memories of that pain still lingered in her mind. There had to be something she could do. Something.

At this point, she was useless. She sighed, hung her head, and blinked a few tears onto the hospital blanket. Useless.

Daichi was lucky to only have a few scratches and bruises, nothing that some bandages and aspirin would take care of. He was rushing back and forth still helping people where he could, but seeing as he didn't actually have medical experience, he was kind of relegated for now.

"Sasha?" He stopped when he noticed her...and not looking too good. In more than one way. It was weird to think the last time he talked to her they were joking about all that Teen Beat crap.

"Hey... everything alright?"

"Huh?" The sound of another voice quickly startled Sasha out of her self-pitying reverie. She quickly wiped her eyes and shook the nonsense out of her head. "Daichi? Is that you?" Shifting where she sat, she fixed her posture so that she was sitting a little straighter. "Oh, hi! Did you come to visit me? Thank you? As for if everything's alright..." With an uneasy grin, she pointed to her still-bandaged shoulder. "I got shot."

"Uh, sort of...? I was helping evacuation and the medics, so I just kinda ended up coming down and helping out, but I'm not really a nurse or anything, so I can't do much."

He went ahead and pulled up once of the little stools that were usually sitting near their beds in case of visitors or doctors, a frown of concern on his face despite her best attempts to hide it. "You'll be OK though, right? You seemed really down about it... Though I guess it's not surprising someone'd be sad about being shot, really."

"Helping is good," Sasha replied, itching at the area around her shoulder bandage. "I should be okay. It's just that... well... I'm nervous." Her gaze went down towards the blanket again. "Something happened, and I couldn't do anything to help. I just stood there and got beaten down like an idiot. Did you know that it really, really hurts to have your Persona attacked? Because it does. It also really hurts to get shot, but I almost can't decide what hurt more."

"Whoah-- careful! If you scratch it took much you might open your wound again..."

Hey, he's learned a thing or two helping the medics out!

"Having your Persona attacked...?" Ow. He's not surprised that it's possible, but it's kind of weird to think about. He knew it was a bad idea to actually use these things...! "I-I would guess getting your Persona attacked would hurt more, since it's kind of a mental projection..."

"I didn't think I was scratching so close to it," Sasha mumbled, giving the bandage a cautious look. "Anyway, I had to use a different persona because that girl absorbed my main method of attack, and that's how I found out." However, she then got an idea. "Unless they're natural magic-users like I am, we can apply this same weakness to them. If we can bait them into using their Personas somehow and then strike them, we might be able to score a critical hit." It was clear from the look on Sasha's face that she was already fantasizing about getting a good hit on the Personas of those who wronged her.

"Just be careful. It's probably really sensitive right now." Worrying has thankfully been lowered, and he's back to smiling, though a bit uneasily.

..Wait.

"You mean they didn't use their Personas? At all?"

"No. The man mostly used his weapons, and the girl... she seemed to have some natural magic of her own, mostly of the telekinetic variety." Sasha's hand went to her chin, a thinking gesture. "They've clearly got a leg up on people like me who only have their magic to use. I don't actually use any weapons, and the staffs for magical amplification back home don't count."

"Magic besides Persona?" Well, it's not like he hadn't cast his fair share of Bufus and Agis, but telekinesis?

"So they caused all this damage to people without even using a Persona? G-Geez... What does that mean when they do use them?"

There's a light knocking the door, followed by a familiar face on a set of crutches. "Hey. I heard you were here. How're you doing?" he asks, maneuvering himself in.

"Nick!" Sasha greeted him with a wave. "I'm doing okay. They pulled a bullet out of my shoulder and found I had a busted rib. What happened to you?"

"Oh, uh, I sprained an ankle." He pauses. "I'd kind of rather not get into how it happened." Especially not to someone with a bullet wound and a broken rib.

He sits down next to her bed. "I'm glad you're okay, though. I'd hate to think anything worse could've happened, especially considering the state of some folks here." He shakes his head. "Or the state of those who couldn't come here at all."

The mental image of the deaths in the hallway flits through his mind hauntingly, but he shakes it out. "I kind of missed the main event, though. I got pulled away for something when things went down. I still need to go back for that, actually." Poor Fumie.

"Were you tripped or trampled or something?" Of course Sasha wouldn't just let it go. "Yeah... it's a good thing I backed out when I did, or I could have ended up in much worse shape. What pulled you away, if I may ask?"

"Are the specifics really important right now? Sprained an ankle, enough said." Honestly, compared to everything that had happened, what had CAUSED the injury was so embarrassing that he didn't want to say anything.

He blinked, then rubbed the back of his neck. "Honestly? One of the ghosts of the stadium wanted me to help some little girl stuck in a bathroom. I still need to resolve that one, actually. I promised her I'd come back." He sighs. "When you're in a position like mine, you're never really OFF duty."

Knock knock! Have a pirate. No, seriously. "Ahoy! Got a delivery here for a Ms. Fyer. That you?" he calls out.

"Oh? A delivery?" Sasha perked up at the possibility of a present. "Yes, I'm Ms. Fyer! Sasha Fyer, really, but you're at the right place."

"Yep! From your friendly neighborhood Mays! Let's see..." He pulls out a card. "Just a friendly little delivery from the Mays Corporation, wishing you a quick recovery after your brave actions during our recent crisis!" He winces. "Man, I've been saying that all day, and it never sounds any less cheesy." He pulls a basket of random fruits and foods out. "Any place you want me to put this?"

"On the nightstand is fine," Sasha replied, watching Guybrush do his thing. "It may be cheesy, but it's the thought that counts, right? If they didn't care, they wouldn't be doing this for us." Or it could just be a publicity move.

"You definitely have a more optimistic perspective on near-monopolistic megacorporations than I do," Guybrush comments, placing the basket in the requested spot. "Me and businessmen, we haven't exactly had a sparkling history together." He kinda got the last one smooshed by a giant mind-controlled statue, for instance.

Avitus was still making his rounds, still preening out his wings as he went through the hospital, still tugging out the loose feathers he found, to leave them for the patients as a token of well-wishes. And as he peeked into this room, he paused... he thought the lady there looked familiar! Hadn't he met her before...?

Right... right, the party, earlier that month! They'd spoken then, something about how she collected stories. What was her name, again...? Sasha?

He raised his wing, reaching around to the outside of it, and his hand came away with one of the largest feathers, a black one about a foot and a half long, by half a foot wide. He folded his wings back behind him again, and ran his fingers over the feather as he stepped inside, making sure that its barbs were locked together neatly.

"Back where I come from," he started, quiet, looking down at the feather, "my clan's ranks are from the human guards'. Some of them... my brothers offer to make them one of us, when they die. So our hunters are all of the Citadel they protect from the monsters that the other clans have become. They gave up their afterlives -- their chance at coming back again -- to stay, to continue to watch over those they served with in their human lives.

"So the humans... they consider our clan their guardian angels, I believe." He couldn't help the smile, self-conscious as it was. "We're not, I'm sure. I mean-- guardians, yes, I know the others are... but we're not really angels. Still... the humans, and the guards in particular, like to take our shed feathers, and keep them as good luck charms, or... for protection. Some part of those who watch over them, that they can keep close."

He held the giant feather out to her, offering it with a hopeful little smile. "I'm no hunter," he admitted, certain she already knew that full well, "and I can't say I know of any magical qualities to these myself... but... here. Perhaps you'll find some in this one?"

Sasha perked up when Avitus entered the room, eagerly listening to his story. She took the feather gingerly, as though she might damage it somehow. "This is... for me?" Her smile brightened visibly. "Thank you. I love collecting good luck charms from other worlds. It's a little piece of that world, you know? It's got all kinds of thoughts and meanings attached to it."

He smiled a little more. "It's common enough to put them on a string, to be worn around the neck... if you'd like, I could certainly manage. It doesn't take much. I still have some beads with me -- well, back in my quarters, I mean -- from my quarters in the Citadel.

"I'm... afraid I'm not altogether certain what else is considered good luck where I'm from any more, though. Opinions tend to change over the centuries, and I... I haven't kept up. I tend to believe that luck is what one makes of it."

Not that that's kept him from blaming his for any number of things, but shh. He doesn't need to go into that. Nor the logic that if his feathers were so lucky, he would've fared better in the chaos a while ago than he actually did. That was all beside the point.

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Farewell Happy Fields!

Sasha Fyer - YELLOW injuries - Open to all!

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❤ -- Story time! :D

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